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because gravity let us go,
we all went flying
grabbing stars along the way

so in rivers and the lakes
those pincer lights
were really dimming

and those skyscraper windows
gleamed
to empty parking lots and
easy-going sewers.

the rat scurries
we missed while upping,
awaying in siphons of 
breathed theres
we never could place
in frames

and the contourings we left
back on shelves and the night stand
were held back,
the corridor light on
with an eyelash on the sink